Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
PIL,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.